Anachronic
The Mortal Feeling
Still unchanging time of cognition Hard to judge it through the blood Ending my ilusions, it`s the last semblance Not easy judgement throught the blood-in my eyes Come with me, my body, look will take away Surface`s falling to the sky-don`tknow why Into the nightly haze, I am here to stay Acquiescence, something strange what I`m feeling Open my hands-Whose are they?-With their palms are chilling Come with me, blue body, look will take away My own face I`m seeing, together flying higher Into the nightly maze, looking for my shades...
From Letras Mania